After more than three weeks in Washington State, I am finding myself at yet another crossroads. This one is rather large. I know I have choices. Big ones. I know that I’ve find someone. I know I want to stay. I know I want the Peace Corps. I know I want the career that the Peace Corps provides. I know I can’t have both…at least not now.
Meanwhile, my dog died. I grew up with Cassidy from my preteen years on. It was a great loss…and very difficult to experience from so far away. I’m having a hard time focusing right now. So here is the poem I have prepared.
Richard T. Reilly 